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Name: Demeter Gray
Rank: Chief Medical Officer
Weight- 145 lbs.
Eye Color- Blue
Hair Color- Black (Brunette)
Demeter W. Gray was an eighteen year old woman who worked for a privatized military group known as The Black Nova Faction. The Black Nova Faction were a band of hired mercenaries of the most rugged, yet accomplished reputation. They were skilled soldiers, technicians, and weapons experts brought together for the express purpose of making exorbitant amounts of money through conflict and global resource disputes. This was the group that the nations of Terre would use exclusively when they wanted the power balanced shifted in their favor without having to acknowledge or take public responsibility for their own involvement. Backed by a wealthy, and considerably pompous entrepreneur named Phineas Ramsay, the Novas received contracts for what seemed like every major skirmish across the face of Terre. Not only were they well known for their reckless attitudes and ‘devil may care’ opinion of most established authority, they also were notorious for leaving things worse than when they arrived. Picture smoldering ruins and a plethora of cadavers with little to no evidence as to what happened or why. “The Nova Horde” became the running joke, and nightmare, among the socio-political world.
When the wars finally dried up (and the money with them), a twenty-four year old Demeter found herself between jobs and extremely bored. Realizing that she had to adopt a more “citizen-like” lifestyle if she wanted to survive, she made the decision to go to medical school. After all, although she had real world knowledge of stitching up body parts due to her days with the Novas, she doubted whether anyone would give her a second glance without the paper and seal combination of a degree. Not only did she excel in her studies, she also developed a reputation as one of the most brilliant practical medical minds of her time. Her mastery over medicine and theory promised a wider range of employment options. Once she had completed her program and immersed herself in a myriad of residencies, Demeter began to feel that all too familiar itch for adventure. She enrolled in the Carodith Navy and began her climb up the ranks. Due to her medical knowledge and undeniable “charm”, it didn’t take long for her to establish quite a reputation and give her commanding officers more headaches than they were prepared for. Still, like most everyone then, she too would be put to the test.
The Grayling was one of the more well-known attack submarines in the Carodith Republic Navy’s already impressive fleet. Demeter joined the ranks of the 2,000+ crew as an assistant to the then C.M.O., Dr. Alister Weston. Surprisingly, Weston took a shine to Demeter’s innate tenacity and encouraged her aggressive push against the ideas and beliefs of modern Carodith medicine. He allowed her to diagnose and treat several of the more serious cases onboard, and even learned a thing or two from her hard-earned field knowledge. Weston understood that his book learned approaches weren’t always practical and he marveled at Demeter’s willingness to show him what she knew. The two became fast and fierce friends during the Grayling’s many deep sea missions into enemy territory. Campaigns could take months at a time and the bond between crewmates was a serious one, especially for those in the Republic.
When a mysterious sickness began to spread through the officers and crew, Weston and Demeter found themselves pushed to the very limits of their endurance. Members of the crew began to complain of severe headaches and chest pressure. They would then develop high fevers after a week and start to hallucinate, oftentimes violently attacking their own fellow bunkmates without provocation. During the following day victims would fall into comas only to die hours later from extreme internal temperatures. People were melting from the inside out and no one could figure out why. Of course, being on a submarine miles upon miles away from even a thought of land, the two medical officers had limited resources in which to counter the outbreak. They worked tirelessly. Establishing a quarantine. Running tests. Exchanging theories. Studying samples. Comforting patients. Days began to run together and moments passed in a blur. It was only a matter of weeks before the Grayling would have no crew left to run her.
When Weston fell ill himself, Demeter knew they had run out of time. But he still insisted that she keep going even if she had to study him to uncover the origin of the virus. It tore her apart inside and it took a considerable amount of coaxing on his part to get her to cooperate. Demeter reluctantly did what he asked and eventually discovered that vapors from the submarine’s pressure systems held a mineral bacterium that was behind the many crew deaths. How to kill it was still anyone’s guess. With Weston slipping away, she tended to him and the others, waiting for her own symptoms to appear. But after twenty four hours, none did. Although struggling against his own feverish decay, Weston urged Demeter to see if she possessed an antibody that they could synthesize in order to treat the others. From his bed, he gave her directions on what to do. She was frantic in her pace, working into the late hours with only the soft whisper of Weston’s rasping voice to keep her company.
By the time she had created an antidote, Dr. Alister Weston was gone. Only the captain, herself, and 150 crew members had survived to bring the Grayling home. The outbreak was documented and she was given honors and a promotion, cementing her reputation as a more than capable (if not genius) medical officer that any ship would be lucky to have. Demeter, on the other hand, didn’t feel lucky in the least.
Demeter is a total Carodith rascal. She’s playful and mischievous, but can be disarmingly professional when necessary. The woman has a knack for emasculating/using men and charming/seducing women. She also can be quick with retorts, jokes, information, and explanations. Truly, the woman thinks on her toes like no one else. She also likes to gamble (a guilty pleasure). She’s capable of a quite a temper if riled, and fiery doesn’t even come close to describing it. So naturally, she’s prone to swearing like a sailor. She also tends to be extremely protective of her medical tools and supplies. For the most part, her demeanor is friendly and easy-going; and she has a major addiction to excitement and adventure, an addiction that oftentimes gets her into the most intense trouble. But then again, what true rascal ever learns?
I would like to say ahead of time that I have changed my mind in what I'm aiming for. I found the position of Repair Diving Commander to be interesting, so I am in the middle of creating that as we speak. Expect a CS on this post in a bit!
Over vale, mountain and sky,
There is a duty of honour most high.
Wait. Is lukas going for the sapper as well?
Of course i am the only to get competition for my spot.
So it does. Well. not that it was a bother to begin with. I don't intend to loose :3
Me neither. My competition is tough, but not tougher than me. *flex*
(I have no competition so far)
Over vale, mountain and sky,
There is a duty of honour most high.
Repair Diver Commander (Master Chief Diver)
Long, lean and supple. David stands at a straight posture of 6'3" with strong, long legs to keep him upright. David weighs 180, with little fat in his body and muscle that has been developed from his dedication to strong swimming over the decades. David keeps his dark, thick hair kempt and short, bangs being swept to the side. His honey-brown eyes would look good on a naturally friendly face, but it stands out as a warm place on the pale, cold and calm features the rest of David's face has.
David's career began where his home ended. Born and raised on the western shores of Carodie's Republic, David started swimming at a young age. His father taught him like many of the previous Malcolm generations had; at a young age, David was thrown off the docks near his home and plunged into a life full of water that would increasingly play a larger role in his life as he grew up. His father was a part of the navy, so David was used to a life where he often stayed with his uncle, a fisherman who lived in the same town, while his father was away at sea. His mother fell ill and died a few years after David was born, and his only memories of his father gave him the impression of a quiet, reclusive man when he was home. Growing up by the ocean, he aided his uncle with fishing often and enjoyed what he perceived as a free, bountiful world that could be found in the waters of Terre. The life near and/or in water paired with his early ventures gave David a heart that thirsted for more than a simple town life. Just as drinking the sea's salt waters would never quench his thirst, so too did it never remove his desire for more adventure, further exploration and a need for a home that shifted with the waters. Instead, it only made him seek it out more.
With the imminent threat of the Fri Imperium looming above and around the Carodie Republic, David knew he was born for the forming resistance of the tyranny they pressed throughout the continent. He enlisted at the young age of eighteen, having spent some time talking to his father about the opportunities available to him in such a career. Seeing his potential as a good seaman and swimmer, David was placed within the ranks of the diving teams that would support the navy's ships, submarines and fleets. His father initially wanted him to become a naval officer and work toward being a captain of his own vessel, but he soon respected and appreciated the work he signed up for.
Diving has trained David in more than just simply "swimming." David also received training in the following areas over the course of his career:
Mechanical Engineering & Repair
After proving his worth as a diving member of the C.R.S. submarine Siren for several years, David finally decided to go to the Carodith Naval Academy after his commanding officer recommended it to him. Inspired by his officer and mentor within the ranks of the navy, David attended the school and graduated with great success. A promising, fresh-faced officer, David went on to provide excellent work as a commissioned officer for the C.R.S. destroyer Victory.
Years spent on this ship provided him invaluable experience as a leader and innovative member of the diving team. After service aboard the Victory, David went on to help with improving the diving program, providing further insight and flexibility in tackling problems for their workforce. For David, it might have seemed the job was perfect. But perfection can never be found in this life, as David had found. Years spent in this dangerous line of work has shown David the value of life and the loss of it as well. Conflict with the Fri Imperium has not given birth to a full-scale invasion or large-scale war over the land mass of their continent, but the battle in the waters and skies have caused a number of deaths that have given David some problems. In an attempt to cope, David has resorted to the bottle. A few penalties and warnings have been given to David before, but it has been largely understood by many. His father and a few close friends from his childhood have passed away due to the war and has him deal with encounters that can result in a similar nature.
Out of recognition for his work and gradual climb through the diving ranks, David was recommended as the commanding officer of the diving team aboard the C.R.S. Phorcys. This is an opportunity he looks forward to and hopes to prevent disappointment for.
Cool, calm and collected. These three words speak of David's personality as well as his capability to deal with pressure. David prefers solitude rather than greater lengths of socializing. When subjected to larger groups and settings, he tends to listen rather than speak. When he speaks, however, he has an air of command that accompanies his voice. His shy barrier between the world and himself are only broken by those he places trust in. Some have mistaken this for a cold shoulder toward his peers, but it is simply his introverted personality. Whereas one may find comfort in many, David instead relies on the very few he knows he can count on.
David's interaction with fellow officers and superiors gives a somewhat mixed impression on many. He will follow commands as instructed in most scenarios, but on the other hand he displays either indifference or a guarded tongue. Those who know him well learn to read his facial expressions and listen to his words carefully. Those who know him best can see through it and understand how he truly feel. There have been very few instances where David would openly object to something but when asked for advice he will give it.
Largely reflected in his career, David has shown great results when he commits to something. Over the years, David has built a reputation of being a well-respected leader and a reliable person. If David gives a promise, then David will see it through. When it comes to favouritism, David has rarely shown any partiality. He instead prefers to weigh things and maintain as close to an unbiased decision as possible.
Last edited by Ghostly Bagel; 01-30-2013 at 03:00 PM.
Over vale, mountain and sky,
There is a duty of honour most high.